At this time, the Knocking Monkey, who had been stuffed in her arms all the way and was almost suffocating, seemed to be able to burp at any time. He was not seriously injured originally and only needed to return to the Poké Ball to nurse himself back to health.

But I was held in the arms of this girl along the way. The light rain hit me and the cold wind blew. All the small wounds on my body became infected with bacteria.

In addition, when the girl is tired from walking, she will use the monkey as a pillow to support herself, causing the monkey to feel very uncomfortable throughout the journey.

His trainer, on the other hand, didn't notice anything strange about the tone-tapping monkey. He kept telling Yan Ming, who was driving at high speed, that elves are good partners of trainers, and we should love and protect them rather than harm them.

Regarding the fate of the knocking monkey, Ghost Stone, who had been in the shadow, was sympathetic, but also looked happy at the misfortune.

It turns out that what kind of elf will be what kind of trainer.

Regarding the man and the elf behind him, Yan Ming could only sigh that his temper should be pretty good, and his previous impulse to take action at every turn was indeed an illusion.

Ignoring the girl, Yan Ming walked directly through the induction door and walked into the Elf Center.

The Elf Center was very busy at this time, and the volcanic eruption had long passed. Although the impact of the volcanic eruption had been greatly reduced, many trainers still suffered some scratches.

In the hall of the Elf Center, all you can see are men and women wrapped in bandages.

Yan Ming was really in a mess at this time. He was soaked all over. The tips of his brown hair were still dripping with water. After coming to this world, Yan Ming's hair was slightly longer. In order to prevent it from sticking to his hair due to the wetness.

The hair on his forehead blocked his view, so Yan Ming combed his hair back, leaving only a few strands of hair hanging down in front.

Coupled with Yan Ming's somewhat cold expression at this time, he also had a cool feeling.

No, as soon as Yan Ming came in, Yan Ming's attention was attracted by the girls who were teasing with the elves near Yan Ming.

Originally, Yan Ming's appearance was not bad, but because he was still young and his face had not yet grown, the accumulation of killings and battles during this period, without anything to cover up, gave Yan Ming an involuntary coldness.

In response to this appearance, the originally childish face also made these girls excited.

Moreover, under the control of the alliance, when he started to become a trainer, that is, when he was ten years old, he was already able to bear the obligations of the alliance law, so no one thought that there was anything wrong with the health of this young boy.

There was a girl with blue hair. Seeing Yan Ming like this, she understood that Yan Ming needed help, so she looked at the handkerchief wrapped around her wrist, thought about it, and prepared to get up and strike up a conversation.

"Hey! Why don't you wait for me, you guy?"

The girl who had been chasing Yan Ming suddenly walked in. She looked at the busy elf center and the long queue at the service office, then looked at the dying tone-tapping monkey in her arms, and said.

"Are you going to line up?"

When the blue-haired girl saw a girl who looked like Xiuli following behind the boy, and she seemed to know the boy, the impulse in her heart immediately dissipated, and she returned to her original position with some embarrassment.

Yan Ming ignored the commotion around him and the annoying girl. Instead, after searching around, he saw Xiao Mao looking at something in the waiting area next to the consultation desk.

Yan Ming didn't say much and walked over directly.

Seemingly feeling something, Xiao Mao turned his head and glanced here, and saw Yan Ming's embarrassed look. After being stunned for a moment, he chuckled.

"Hey Xiaoyan, you really didn't bring an umbrella and got caught in the rain all the way down."

With that said, Xiao Mao stood up, picked up a dry towel placed next to him, and walked slowly towards Yan Ming, his face showing a look of happiness at others' misfortune.

"Uncle Xia just sent me a message asking if you have arrived. After all, the mountain road is quite difficult to walk on a rainy day. I was thinking that someone like you, Xiaoyan, who is full of supplies, should have an umbrella, but then I thought about the preparations you had made before.

Except for some food, all the supplies are prepared for the elves, maybe there are none."

With that said, Xiao Mao walked to Yan Ming, stopped, and directly covered Yan Ming's head with a dry towel.

"As expected, I guessed it. Tsk tsk. Sure enough, I am still inexperienced in taking risks outside."

But just when Xiao Mao was feeling proud, Xia Bo's laughing and scolding voice came from the communicator in his other hand.

"Xiao Mao, I remember it was me who reminded you to prepare a towel. After all, Xiao Yan doesn't have a flying elf, and the journey is not fast. It is estimated that it will rain and it will be halfway there. The mountain road is not easy to walk, and I am afraid there will be some contamination.

Mudui, how come you are here, and the meaning has been misinterpreted so much."

Xiao Mao felt a little embarrassed when he heard Uncle Xia's trouble.

Indeed, he had just been reminded by Uncle Xia that he was like this, but it was rare to see Yan Ming in such a mess, and he couldn't help but want to regain some aura. It was true that Yan Ming's reputation as a genius was a bit too perfect.

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At ten years old, not only does he have good experience in training elves, but he can also become a strong breeder. His own strength is also very enviable. Moreover, the food he cooks is very delicious, and Xiao Mao always feels that Yan Ming knows more than

These.

In comparison, I seem to be comparable to Yan Ming in terms of elf training, and besides knowing a lot about elf knowledge, I don't have any major specialties. Oh, by the way, a little musical instrument doesn't count.

They are all called geniuses by their elders. Why is there such a big gap...

"Okay, Uncle Xia, I'll talk to you about the information later. I'll hang up now. Bye!"

Before Xia Bo could respond, Xiao Mao had quick eyesight and hung up the call directly.

Seeing Xiao Mao's embarrassed expression, Yan Ming curled his lips speechlessly.

"Xiao Mao, when did you become so boring?"

Seeing the childish look on Yan Ming's face, Xiao Mao suddenly couldn't bear to lose face. He directly slapped his hand heavily on Yan Ming's head and rubbed it with the towel. Although his face was still smiling, his voice was gritty.

"Xiaoyan, what are you talking about? I am concerned about you. Do you know that after the volcanic eruption, it is very dangerous to go down the mountain when it rains?"

Feeling the stinging sensation of friction on his head, Yan Ming couldn't help but pull Xiao Mao's hand away.

"Okay, I understand what you mean, but can you please remove your hand?"

The towel was so mushy that he felt extremely uncomfortable.

It’s not like he didn’t have a towel. Considering that he would be washing up in the wild, he also had one in his space backpack. However, he didn’t have an umbrella just now and was going to get wet anyway, so he simply let the rain soak it.
Chapter completed!